I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.
Although the caves deviated little in their year-round temperature, it was common to use blocks of ice to cool beer immediately before shipment. This is the ruins of the ice chute.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
A twin-engine crew pushes full taconite cars onto Dock 6.
More than half a century of plans rot in the shadows, seemingly useless.
The aft lifeboat survived auction, although now all it holds is an emergency ladder to help men who’ve fallen overboard get on deck.
A wooden mold sitting outside of the foundry.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
Above the old machine shop is a packing building and a crate of cardboard label rolls.